Kavya, My Poetry - 1. Untitled

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Writing about love is like writing about pain;
When did it start, how did it progress, did it affect your day to day activities,
How did you cope with it, pills, meditation, diet… so on and so forth?

Yes, Love has indeed brought a lot of heartache.
But, is that all it had to offer?
What about the nicer times, the times when we flowed like music, an eternity in peace.
That time when in the dead of the night, you came by just to say, “I love you”.
The times that we shared in the whirlwind of romance, dizzy and content.

Those are the times; we stood side by side and watched the sun set in the distant horizon.
In the eye of the turbulence, in our oasis of bliss, everything is silent.